It's hot outside. There are birds perched on the telephone wire that is in line with the view from my window. It's bright and blue outside, and evidence of summer rests on the back of my neck and the place where my skin meets my hair. A matted mess. It's nowhere near Christmas time. But… Continue reading The Joy Set Before us
I know how I got sick. I'm up at 3 am, sitting upright trying to drain my snotty nose, frustrated that it winds up in my already snotty throat. I wracked my brain trying (which is never a smart 3 am activity) to figure out how this happened again. For three weekends in a row,… Continue reading Snotty Noses and Chocolate Chip Cookies
5 a.m. was too early to be walking to the store. Though I enjoyed the view, the quiet, the cool air before the monsoon humidity got out of bed for the day, I wanted to be home, with my coffee and a quiet house before Charlie woke up. We were told, through a pipeline of… Continue reading An Almal Morning
I'm thankful that seasons change. That summer shifts to fall. I'm thankful that nothing can stop the autumn from coming -- the vibrant green leaves from falling from their branches, turning to crisp hues of golden wonder. I'm thankful that nothing can stop the breeze from breaking the summer heat. I'm thankful that this season, however long it lasts, will end.
A couple of years ago, I think God told me to write a book. I say that, but I don't always know what that means. What I do know is that my scattered thoughts have made the most sense when they've been laid out on a page. I open up my head and my heart like a box of puzzle pieces and dump them onto the blank white space. Some need to be turned over and straightened out. We definitely need to start with the edge and corner pieces. And, when it's just about done, we'll go back in and fill in the missing places with the aha! pieces that were right in front of our faces the entire time.
This is the nature of his work, what he’s been given to do. His work isn’t here, it’s there in between the peaks I can see from the rooftops of this crowded valley. This was the second time he’s been away, it was longer than the first. This time though, he had more company. Maybe… Continue reading While Dad’s Away